A review by iamcaseyrkelley
Confessions in B-Flat by Donna Hill

4.0

I haven’t read any romance in a minute. But err now n den a sis needs to chill and decompress from the crazies killing folx and the heavy ish. This hit the spot. Wait...prolly shouldn’t say that when referencing this type of book. So scratch that.

Y’all know I just grab books cuz they have Black cover art and Black authors when I see them at one of those heaven on earth places novices call bookstores. So I was like wayuhmenit when Dr King was chilling in the diner having a meeting. Sure enough on the cover it says “A Civil Rights Love Story”. How’d I miss that?

Aside from the storyline which I loved (someone from Dr King’s camp goes to NYC and meets a woke before wokeness Afro sis that’s from Malcolm’s camp), the visuals were incredible. The wardrobe references gave me life. I could feel the energy in the club. Donna Hill didn’t say there was a tall bass playing in the band. But I heard one while Anita was spitting verse over some smooth jazz. I could see the streets of Harlem with men dressed to the nines in shoes that were spit shined. If time travel ever becomes a thing, I wanna visit the 60s minus the whole racism thing

Loved almost everything about the book. I wasn’t feeling one small storyline towards the end. But other than that it was fiyah. Cop it.